Melding and merging the power and abrasive grind of scuzzy garage rock with the sneer and swagger of early punk, Mukka & the Wizard Sleeves make a riotous racket. However, the real charm of the music created at the point of impact between those two colossal sonic forces, and the glue that holds everything together, is the real melody at its heart – something perhaps not always a given in such harsh music realms.
As the vocals are spoken, shouted, sung, and spat at the listener, as the jaggedly cascading riffs and sonic growl that power everything are fired off, the song is both powerful and palatable — more than palatable, accessible, infectious, and even addictive.
But listen in closely, and amongst the wit, there is wisdom; next to the profane, there is the profound, of sorts; there is a method to be found in the musical madness, a musing on the nature of addiction, hence the song title. And while it might not offer any solutions, it does offer something equally important: support. It says, hey, you are not alone; we have all had tough things to deal with; I know what you are going through; don’t give up, you’ll get there, and it does all that to a fun and frenzied and ferocious fist-in-the-air, punk ‘n’ roll anthem.
